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Henry
I.
lies
buried
at
Reading
,
in
the
Benedictine
abbey
founded
by
him
there
,
the
ruins
of
which
may
still
be
seen
;
and
,
in
this
same
abbey
,
great
John
of
Gaunt
was
married
to
the
Lady
Blanche
.
At
Reading
lock
we
came
up
with
a
steam
launch
,
belonging
to
some
friends
of
mine
,
and
they
towed
us
up
to
within
about
a
mile
of
Streatley
.
It
is
very
delightful
being
towed
up
by
a
launch
.
I
prefer
it
myself
to
rowing
.
The
run
would
have
been
more
delightful
still
,
if
it
had
not
been
for
a
lot
of
wretched
small
boats
that
were
continually
getting
in
the
way
of
our
launch
,
and
,
to
avoid
running
down
which
,
we
had
to
be
continually
easing
and
stopping
.
It
is
really
most
annoying
,
the
manner
in
which
these
rowing
boats
get
in
the
way
of
one
's
launch
up
the
river
;
something
ought
to
done
to
stop
it
.
And
they
are
so
confoundedly
impertinent
,
too
,
over
it
.
You
can
whistle
till
you
nearly
burst
your
boiler
before
they
will
trouble
themselves
to
hurry
.
I
would
have
one
or
two
of
them
run
down
now
and
then
,
if
I
had
my
way
,
just
to
teach
them
all
a
lesson
.
The
river
becomes
very
lovely
from
a
little
above
Reading
.
The
railway
rather
spoils
it
near
Tilehurst
,
but
from
Mapledurham
up
to
Streatley
it
is
glorious
.
A
little
above
Mapledurham
lock
you
pass
Hardwick
House
,
where
Charles
I.
played
bowls
.
The
neighbourhood
of
Pangbourne
,
where
the
quaint
little
Swan
Inn
stands
,
must
be
as
familiar
to
the
habitues
of
the
Art
Exhibitions
as
it
is
to
its
own
inhabitants
.
My
friends
'
launch
cast
us
loose
just
below
the
grotto
,
and
then
Harris
wanted
to
make
out
that
it
was
my
turn
to
pull
.
This
seemed
to
me
most
unreasonable
.
It
had
been
arranged
in
the
morning
that
I
should
bring
the
boat
up
to
three
miles
above
Reading
.
Well
,
here
we
were
,
ten
miles
above
Reading
!
Surely
it
was
now
their
turn
again
.
I
could
not
get
either
George
or
Harris
to
see
the
matter
in
its
proper
light
,
however
;
so
,
to
save
argument
,
I
took
the
sculls
.
I
had
not
been
pulling
for
more
than
a
minute
or
so
,
when
George
noticed
something
black
floating
on
the
water
,
and
we
drew
up
to
it
.
George
leant
over
,
as
we
neared
it
,
and
laid
hold
of
it
.
And
then
he
drew
back
with
a
cry
,
and
a
blanched
face
.
It
was
the
dead
body
of
a
woman
.
It
lay
very
lightly
on
the
water
,
and
the
face
was
sweet
and
calm
.
It
was
not
a
beautiful
face
;
it
was
too
prematurely
aged-looking
,
too
thin
and
drawn
,
to
be
that
;
but
it
was
a
gentle
,
lovable
face
,
in
spite
of
its
stamp
of
pinch
and
poverty
,
and
upon
it
was
that
look
of
restful
peace
that
comes
to
the
faces
of
the
sick
sometimes
when
at
last
the
pain
has
left
them
.
Fortunately
for
us
--
we
having
no
desire
to
be
kept
hanging
about
coroners
'
courts
--
some
men
on
the
bank
had
seen
the
body
too
,
and
now
took
charge
of
it
from
us
.
